10. Emory
10
EMORY
I slept better than I had in ages, and when I opened my eyes, Vinnie was snoring softly, with one leg slung over my hip.
It was Sunday, so there was no need to get up.
Last night after we finished making love, he asked me not to leave, and I said I wouldn’t. But I had to wake him an hour later, as I had milk orders. He’d mumbled that if I didn’t come back, he might stumble into the corridor naked while looking for me.
“We wouldn’t do that to Mrs. Jenkins, and I promise, I will return.”
But now I wanted to make breakfast, and that would probably involve bringing ingredients from my place to here. I whispered I’d be in the kitchen, but Vinnie didn’t stir.
Armed with bread, eggs, milk, ham, and fruit, I searched for plates, bowls, and utensils.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” The word Daddy tripped off his tongue as he stood in the doorway, naked and with his hair sticking up.
“Take a guess.”
“Making something yummy to eat?” As he spoke, he placed a hand over his cock and winced.
“You need to pee-pee?”
He nodded. “Can you come with me?”
I took his hand. Neither of us had mentioned whether he wanted to be Little, but that appeared to be the way the morning was headed.
“Lift the seat, Vinnie.”
He did as I asked, flushed, and washed his hands.
“How about we get you dressed?”
“Okay.”
He directed me to a drawer which had his Little clothes, and he chose a pair of underwear with rabbits stamped on the fabric. That was becoming a theme.
“You like bunnies.” I held the briefs as he stepped into them, and I pulled them up. They were beginning to fray at the edges, so we’d need to buy new ones.
“I do.”
“Shorts?” He nodded, and I let him choose a pair.
“Blue shorts today, Daddy.”
He chose a checked tee, and once dressed, I brushed his hair. But he needed his face cleaned. I grabbed a cloth and ran it under warm water before wiping his face and drying it.
“I like when you wash my face, Daddy.”
I kissed the end of his nose and said we’d brush his teeth after breakfast.
“Would you like boiled eggs with toast soldiers?” I asked as we walked to the kitchen.
“I don’t know. Soldiers?”
I explained it was toast cut into narrow strips so he could dunk one end onto the soft-boiled egg. He jumped up and down and ran circles around me.
“I love dippy eggs and soldiers now.”
Vinnie tired himself out and plopped onto the floor.
“I need you to get up, sweet boy, or I might trip over you.”
“Okay, Daddy.” He leaped up and ran into the other room, saying he had something to show me. But there was a huge crash and a yelp, and I raced out to find Vinnie on the floor and a folded chair on top of him. He sobbed, and I picked him up and held him.
“I wanted,” he paused, gulped, and sniffed. “I wanted to show you my highchair.”
I’d have to drill holes in the wall for a storage rack on the wall to hold the folding chair and get it out of the way. After examining him, he wasn’t bleeding, but he’d have some owie bruises. I set up the highchair and put him in.
He must have paid a lot for it because you couldn’t get an adult-sized highchair at the local furniture store.
After getting some coloring books from a toy box and crayons, I put them on the tray, and he sat quietly coloring within the lines.
While the eggs were boiling, I cut up apples and oranges, and when they were almost done, I made toast.
“Are the soldiers ready, Daddy?” Vinnie attempted to get out of the highchair until I stopped him.
“If you topple over trying to climb out, you’ll get more than a small owie.”
His thumb edged toward his mouth, and his lashes glistened with tears.
“Sorry, Daddy, but I was excited for the soldiers.”
We packed up the crayons and coloring book, and I wiped his hands. After putting on his bib, I placed the egg and the toast soldiers, slathered in butter, on the highchair tray.
I asked if he wanted to take the top off the egg, but he preferred that I do it.
“It looks so good, Daddy. Thank you.”
He dipped one piece of toast in the soft egg and ate it. “Mmmm. I only want to eat eggs this way from now on.”
He glanced at my breakfast. “Daddy, you’re eating soldiers too.” He clapped. “I thought only little boys ate them.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
His eyes grew wide, and he put a finger to his lips. “Yes.”
“Boiled eggs with soldiers are my favorite too.”
“You’re just like me, Daddy.” He banged his spoon on the tray one too many times, but I allowed it, as he was so excited.
When he was done eating, he had egg smeared over his face and fingers, and I suggested a bath.
“Yes, please. I have so many bath toys.”
I helped him undress as I ran the bath and chose the cleanest toys. The rest needed a good scrub, but that was for later. We added bubble bath, and after testing the water with my elbow, I helped him in.
He picked up a handful of froth and rubbed it over his chin. “I have a beard, Daddy.”
“You do.”
Vinnie splashed the water, wetting me, and he giggled. He played with his boats and duckies. But when he held up his wrinkled hands, I suggested it was time to get out.
I wrapped him in a towel and waited while he brushed his teeth.
“Now?” he asked after five seconds of brushing. “No, top and bottom, back and front.” We sang “This is the way we brush our teeth” at the tops of our voices, and when he was done, I carried him into the bedroom.
“Emory.”
Oh, he was done being Little. “Can we clean up the kitchen later?”
I pictured the egg hardening on the plates. But he undid the zipper on my jeans. My breathing sped up as he brushed his fingers over the bulge in my briefs.
“I want you inside me.” He pulled my cock out and tugged it while stroking his own arousal.
“I think… that can be arranged.”
He yanked my jeans and briefs off, and my stiff dick bounded out. Vinnie grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand and leaned over the bed, pushing his ass high.
I fumbled with the condom and slicked it with lube. Spreading his cheeks, I inserted the tip of my cock. We’d had sex last night, but I was huge and I wanted him to adjust to my girth.
But Vince shoved his ass back, taking me in to the hilt, and we both groaned. I grabbed his hips while he fisted the bedding.
Easing out, I thrust into him, my fingers pressed into his soft flesh.
“Yes!”